Sunday morning cinema

By 10am,  the first we'd navigated the seemingly ridiculous way you buy coffee in the Odeon cinema to settle in to watch Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. We had the very back row. Note to self: book the row in front of the premium seating so the headrests don't get in the way.

What I liked about Beetlejuice Beetlejuice was the ability to invoke Tim Burton's surreal style, capturing the humour and eccentricity of the original 1988 movie but making the film feel modern. This is not a recycled nostalgia trip. Winona Ryder's Lydia Deetz is now a psychic TV host and a more fragile character.  Catherine O'Hara, as Lydia's step mum, is excellent. Danny Elfman's score is typical of his work, and I love it. In contrast to the original, the introduction of a disco back catalogue (the Bee Gees' Tragedy, MacArthur Park) works in a Guardians Of The Galaxy kind of way—a really lovely way to spend a Sunday morning.

Afterwards, a lovely assistant in Specsavers helped replace the covers on the arms of my glasses, which had worn and were not really comfortable. On the way back, a few provisions were picked up in Morisons to make up lunch (bacon sandwiches) and dinner.

We spent most of the afternoon doing jobs around the house: I cleaned the bathroom. Then I made dinner, a curry with beetroot as the major ingredient. Despite quite a collection of spices and being a bit heavy-handed with some of them, it wasn't as spicy as I would have liked.

After dinner, I was in the mood for a detective-like story but couldn't decide what to watch. After a bit of online searching, Lugwig on the iPlayer was recommended. We watched the first two episodes. David Mitchell's accidental detective was precisely what I expected. PY noticed the similarities, especially in music, to Disney's Only Murders.